I bring ye wine from above,From the vats of the storied sun;For every one of yer love,And life for every one.Ye shall dance on hill and level;Ye shall sing in hollow and heightIn the festal mystical revel,The rapurous Bacchanal rite!The rocks and trees are yours,And the waters under the hill,By the might of that which endures,The holy heaven of will!I kindle a flame like a torrentTo rush from star to star;Your hair as a comet’s horrent,Ye shall see things as they are!I lift the mask of matter;I open the heart of man;For I am of force to shatterThe cast that hideth -Pan!Your loves shall lap up slaughter,And dabbled with roses of bloodEach desperate darling daughterShall swim in the fervid flood.I bring ye laughter and tears,The kisses that foam and bleed,The joys of a million years,The flowers that bear no seed.My life is bitter and sterile,Its flame is a wandering star.Ye shall pass in pleasure and perilAcross the mystic barThat is set for wrath and weepingAgainst the children of earth;But ye in singing and sleepingShall pass in measure and mirth!I lift my wand and wave youThrough hill to hill of delight :My rosy rivers lave youIn innermost lustral light..I lead you, lord of the maze,In the darkness free of the sun;In spite of the spite that is day’sWe are wed, we are wild, we are one.